to linger in the mighty hollows overhead.


[Footnote 1: Wolfe forbade such barbarities, but Montgomery did not
always obey. It was practiced on both sides.]




WOLFE'S COVE.


The cannon was for the time silent, the gunners being elsewhere, but a
boy's voice called from the bastion:--

"Come out here, mademoiselle. I have an apple for you."

"Where did you get an apple?" replied a girl's voice.

"Monsieur Bigot gave it to me. He has everything the king's stores
will buy. His slave was carrying a basketful."

"I do not like Monsieur Bigot. His face is blotched, and he kisses
little girls."

"His apples are better than his manners," observed the boy, waiting,
knife in hand, for her to come and see that the division was a fair
one.

She tiptoed out from the gallery of the commandant's house, the wind